“Yes.”
“I forgot to tell you, sir, you needn’t be afear’d of Mr. Boxall for the next few days.”
“How’s that?”
“When Bob Mahony hit him the skelp on the head wid the sut bag, his eye popped out of his head on the road.”
“His what?—Oh, I remember—”
“Finders is keepers, sir,” said Patsy, with a grin.
“Why, good heavens—you don’t mean to say—”
“I’ve got his eye in my pocket, sir,” said Patsy, in a hoarse whisper. “He’s sint a telygram for another wan but till it comes he’s tethered to his bed like a horse to a—”
“That’s enough—that’s enough,” said Mr. Fanshawe. “Here’s half a crown for you, Patsy, for—carrying my cartridges.”